We let people come and fish in our lake.  We don't fish in our lake, we figure somebody should. 

A nice young fisherman and his girlfriend found us. They are such nice people. We gave them permission to come and fish. The young man was here today when I got home from work.  I asked him where husband Terry was and he was able to tell me whose truck Terry got into and left.  ahaaaa

Then the young man came with me as I walked to the barn to feed Nova and Powder.  This is his story:

"I didn't realize that the pasture for the horses connected with the other side of the lake.  I didn't know that the horses could come over to the lake.  I went around the lake with my tackle box and was fishing away on the far side. The horses appeared close by.  I was scared because I thought the young horse was the foal of the larger horse and maybe she would attack me if I tried to touch the young horse. 

I watched them approach my tackle box.  They nudged it and then the big one gave it a big push and rolled it over. It clattered.  Both horses flew around for a while. I was a little more afraid. They calmed down and came back to the tackle box. Both the horses  took turns kicking my tackle box.  My stuff went flying everywhere!  I didn't know what to do.  Finally, they got tired of kicking my tackle box and went off to eat grass.  I hustled over to my tackle box and spent quite a while picking all the stuff up.

I resumed fishing with my tackle box close besides me.  Shortly, I felt something push me on my back!  I turned around and there were both horses standing right behind me.  I petted the bigger horse.  I tried to fish again, but the bigger horse kept coming close to me. I discovered that I could pet both of them.  I finally had to leave the pasture and fish where they couldn't go.  They wouldn't leave me alone.

What awesome horses they are!"